intention and non-intention

a pupa grown so tall.
shaking out his legs, compression
of intention into “okay”.

and up, sends his crown
through the crystal ceiling.

like the clouds are liquidating
their almost angels. blood and water.

brings down the sky, shower
of teeth. an unexpected gomorrah.

garrett dawson

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one comment

  1. tom
    Posted 16Apr.10 at 10:47 am | Permalink

    Great poem, doooooood.

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